Monday, November 29, 2010

You'll have to forgive me for a serious post, but I am outraged, outraged I say. My little covers are meant to amuse but I am very sincere in my admiration for the pulp artists. A collection of cast off and abandoned works by Picasso have been discovered and valued in the neighborhood of $80 million. The record for a work of a pulp artist is under $150,000. A world class museum of pulp art could be built and maintained in perpetuity for much less than the price of a single work of Lucien Freud. I admire Picasso and Freud a good deal but too many fine artists labor in obscurity while histrionic speculation in art drives the prices far beyond their actual worth. This sort of star worship is rampant in the performance arts as well as sports and even finance. I have no problem with the talented, hard working or just lucky being rich but one Van Gogh work is not more valuable than the life's' works of hundreds of artists laboring today unappreciated and unrewarded like Van Gogh himself.

"Fool's tax":
This isn't a word I love but a phrase and an idea that really has its place today perhaps more than ever.
The price you pay for ignorance, buying oregano or a used car that dies after two blocks. What about straying into the wrong neighborhood?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Words I love,
Apoplexy- literally to have a stroke but it hearkens back to the day when it was believed that a person could become so frustrated that their brain would blow.
Dissolute- debauched, degenerate, depraved, dissipated, lewd, lax, lascivious,wanton,wayward, wicked and wild. The best things in life are synonyms.

About Me

If one is the loneliest number and two can be as lonely as one then the set of all natural numbers are equally lonely. Your menage a trois can't save you. If one is the loneliest number that you ever knew than an unknown number is the optimum solution. Quit counting and start partying.